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Su Lun and Number Nineteen charged towards Polis the Eighth-order Mage, and in an instant, they both detected something.

Suddenly, the distinctive sound of energy furnaces charging up burst from the distant forest.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"..."

The mecha surged with energy for propulsion, their feet creating ripples of air waves as if stepping on the air.

The figures were incredibly fast, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Even in full-coverage mechanical armor, Su Lun recognized at a glance the soul of that hostage, Miss Dora, and murmured to himself, "Heh, what a coincidence."

He was not at all surprised to find people from Mafa in this cursed space.

When someone had previously sabotaged another magic circle's base outside, he knew that experts from Mafa's military had arrived.

However, he didn't expect to run into Miss Dora again.

Seeing among them a Grand General-level modified eighth-order mechanical warrior, Su Lun felt quite pleased.